The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-07-15
'sOLD GLORY

The following poem won the first prize of
800 in the Boston Pilot competition. Its au-
thor is Emma Frances Dawson, of san Fran
cisco. II Is in the old and difficult French
form of verse called chant royal. There are
but few English chant-royals, the making of
them having been called "a hard and thank
less task.' Heretofore only one poet has made
use ofthis form of verse. In making the an
nouncement TO the author that she had drawn
the first prize, Mr.. John Boyle O'Reilly said:
81 congratulate you on having added a great
poem to the permanent literature of America.
Among patriotic poems it will rank forever
with anything ever written "Old Glory is
a name given our flag by our soldiers during
the late war. This poem was inspired by the
following paragraph by George +. Iioar:
al have seen the glories of art and architcc-
ture and mountain and river; | have seen The
sunset on Jungfrau, and the full moon rise
over Mount Blanc; but the fairest vision on
which the eyes overlooked was the flag of my
country in IL foreign land. Beautiful as Il
flower to those who love it, terrible as meteor
TO those who hate it, it is the symbol of the
powcrand glory and the honor of 100000 of
Americans
Enchanted webb A picture i'll the air,
Drifted to us from out the distance blue
From shadowy ancestors, through whose brave
care
We live in magic of Il dream come true
With Covenan:ers' blue, rs if We're glassed
In dewy flower heart the stars. that passed.
o blood vclned blossom that can never
blight!
The Declaration, like a sacred rite,
Is in each star and stripe dcciamatory,
The constitution thou shalt long recite,
Our hallowcd, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!'
o symphony in red, white, duet fanfare
Oftrumpet, roll ofdrum. forever new
Reverberations of the bell, that bear
Its tones of Liberty The wide world through!
In battle dreaded like a cyclone blast!
symbol ofland and people unsurpassed.
M i'll 49, a.. T., N 800, axEa n n;IIt
ON foreign shore no pomp so grand a sight,
No face so friendly, naught consolatory
Like glimpse oflofty spar with thee Delight,
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Gloryi"
Thou arf the one flag; an embodied prayer,
One, highest and most perfect To review;
without one, nothing: it is lineal, square,
Has properties of all the numbers too,
Cube, solid, square root, root of root: best
classcd
1t for his essenc the Creator cast.
Fol- purity are thy six stripes of white,
This number circular and endless quite
Six times, we'll knows the scholar wan and
hoary,
His compass spanning circle can alight-
Our halIowed, eloquent, beloved cold GloryN'
Boldly thy seven lines of scarlet flare;
As when DER old centurion it blew
Q,ed is the trumpet's tone) it means 10 dare,
God favored seven when creation grew;
The seven planets; seven hues contrast;
The seven metals; seven days: not last
The seven tones of marvellous delight
That lend the listening soul their wings for
flight;
But why complete the happy category
That gives thy thirteen stripes their charm
and might,
80.
Our hallowcd, eloquent, beloved "old Glory"
In thy dear coiors, honored everywhere,
The great ana mystic ternion we view;
Faith, Hope and Charity are numbered there,
And the three nails the Crucilixion knew.
Three are offended when one has trespassed
God. and ones ncighbor and ones self aghast;
Christ's deity and soul and manhood's
height;
The father, Son and Ghost may here unite.
With texts like these, divinely monitory,
What wonder that thou conquerest in fight,
our hallowed, eloquent. beloved eold Glory!"
ENVOY.
O blessed Flag! sign of our precious Past,
riumphant Present and our Future vast,
Beyond starred blue and bars of sunset
bright
Lead us to higher realm of Equal right
Float on in ever lovely allegory,
Kin to the eagle and the wind and light,
our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory"